Beneath the velvet canopy, whispers roam,
Stars like ancient tales gently unfold,
In the quiet night, dreams find their home,
Stories of old, in silence told.

The silver moon, a guardian so bright,
Watches over the world, casting its glow,
Shadows dance in the tender light,
As the night sky weaves its serene show.

Constellations draw maps of mystery,
Guiding lost souls through the endless space,
In their embrace, we find our history,
A cosmic journey in a timeless place.

Each twinkle a promise, a gentle sigh,
Carried by winds that softly cry,
The night sky whispers, as time drifts by,
Holding secrets in the vast, endless sky.